"He had an unexpected sense that this Land might offer him some spell with which he could conjure away his impotence, some rebirth to which he could cling even after he regained consciousness, after the Land and all its insane implications faded into the miasma of half-remembered dreams."

"Something there is in beautywhich grows in the soul of the beholderlike a flower:fragile---for many are the blightswhich may wastethe beautyfor the beholder--and imperishable--for the beauty may die, or the world may die, but the soul in which the flower grows survives."